Here I Am (Mature, Ma/Alec) 3/3 COMPLETE
Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 2:17 pm
Title: Here I Am
Author: Kristin aka KiaraAlexisKlay
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dark Angel or the song Here I Am sung by Brian Adams off the soundtrack for Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.
Here I Am
Alec cased the area, seeking his mark, and upon acquiring the target, moved to intercept it.
Max felt her skin prickle in apprehension and warning and she turned abruptly from the conversation she and O.C. had to whirl and face this new threat.
Her eyes widened slightly as they came across Alec, the obvious predatory way he was coming toward them at, and the feeling in her gut that said she was the object and reason for that look in his eye.
“Max,” he spat her name out in a snarl that resounded from deep within his throat and chest, raising goosebumps up the entire length of her body and not just on her neck.
“Alec,” was the only thing she could think of as she stared into those hazel eyes flecked with gold.
Gold? Since when did Alec’s eyes have gold in them? They only ever looked golden when he was experiencing some strong emotion. And what a strong emotion he was feeling now, if those eyes were any indication.
“Max!”
O.C.’s sharp voice broke whatever spell Alec had spun around her, and Max blinked, surprised to find she’d just been staring into Alec’s eyes for the past few minutes. She didn’t lose eye contact with him however; she just tilted her head in O.C.’s direction in an acknowledging gesture.
“Come,” Alec interrupted whatever else Her Originalness was about to say, intense eyes locked with and not letting Max’s go.
“Alright.”
“Max?” Original Cindy gawked at her two boos.
First off, Mr. Tall-Blonde-and-Sexy had never looked at Max that way before, like she was something he was hunting, pursuing, wanting. And Max had never looked at him, at any man, like she was looking at Baby Boo right now, much less agreed to something a male- this male, Alec- said without a major word war. It was like she was responding to some signal, some vibe, some instinctive command he was sending out that O.C. wasn’t receiving.
It both frightened and intrigued the Meddling Miss that the two were acting so out of character, so out of the norm of their interactions.
“I’ll be okay,” Max reassured her, rising, but never taking away eye contact with Alec. It was like they were in a dance and every move was choreographed. A play, a script, a dance known only to the two transgenics, and even then, O.C. suspected they didn’t even know, they were just winging it.
The two left, somehow maintaining some semblance of eye contact, but neither touching the other strangely. It was a bewildered O.C. they left behind, shaking her head and ordering another pitcher of beer.
~~~
Alec growled at Max, herding her toward her motorcycle, his own parked right next to hers. He mounted on the bright green Duke, revving up the engine, glancing over his shoulder to make sure she was following.
She straddled her own baby, turning it on, and Alec didn’t wait any longer but took off, Max not far behind.
They duck and wove, slipping between the traffic, both pedestrian and vehicular, until he led her to a familiar looking apartment complex. Alec was already dismounting and heading toward the door when Max pulled up and hastily secured her baby before following.
The pair were silent until they reached the door that Alec unlocked and opened, brushing into his domain and tossing the keys onto the counter dividing the kitchenette from the living room, leaving Max to come in his wake and shut the door behind her.
When Max turned around from the door it was only to find Alec before her, a rumbling bark from his throat as he invaded her personal space but still did not touch her, bodies merely inches away but close enough their body heat met and mingled and drifted so that it caressed Max’s skin and caused her to shiver.
The action didn’t go unnoticed by Alec and the rumbling noise turned into something that resembled a growling purr, something so primal the closest relation was that purr a large cat makes when content or speaking to another of its kind.
Max responded on a baser level, the sound coming from her throat a softer, but just as poignant echo of his own, and she preened unconsciously, her body moving of its own accord to slink around the still purring man in front of her. She kept her eyes on his, some instinct warning her against looking away just yet.
Like a well-rehearsed act he mimicked her movements, pacing her, stalking her, and she was both thrilled and terrified at the action. There was a look in his eyes, a promise, a threat. Some need in her recognized it and responded.
His purr changed into a croon that made her pause for an instant; an instant was all he needed.
His movements were a blur and in the time it took her to blink and refocus, he was in front of her, mouth latching onto the sensitive skin between her neck and ear, nibbling and flicking his tongue out to lick lightly, tracing that grove between jaw, ear, and just below.
He still didn’t touch her with anything but his mouth, and the only sound was the continuous growling purr he made, occasionally crooning at the passive female who happened to be purring back, her eyes closed and mouth partially open to reveal the tip of her pink tongue.
Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am - it's just me and you
And tonight we make our dreams come true
Alec snarled when Max shifted slightly beneath him, but it wasn’t threatening, more of a stop moving than anything else. She stilled slightly, rubbing her neck against the warmth of the mouth currently administering the same treatment to the other side, then decided she was through being passive.
Alec growled again, but this time she responded, snarling back at him, baring her teeth and her defiance of his restriction upon her. Their gazes locked and a battle of wills began. She moved and he moved with her. She sidestepped and he followed. She gave a hiss and he growled.
She blurred and he was her shadow, dogging her every evasion, her every attempt to get rid of him. She finally dodged around some furniture, but he didn’t let that hamper his pursuit. She sneered at his efforts to catch her, smirking and delighting in her suppleness that allowed her to elude recapture.
She knew better, but she still did it any way, pausing to taunt him, to drive him wild. His primal roar sent shock wave through her body and her answering cry was a mix of delight, fright, and glee as he came after her.
The next few minutes went by with a flurry of limbs and blurs as both male and female battled for dominance.
Alec managed to snag the material of her jacket but she merely slipped through, panting slightly from her exertions and slightly from the excitement of the chase. Her chocolate colored eyes were alive in a way that the rational part of Alec had only noted when she was on a job or riding her motorcycle. But tonight wasn’t about being rational. It was a release of the parts they repressed.
She had the audacity to laugh at him, further inciting him to capture her. She ducked under one of his arms and came up behind him, wrapping one of her own arms across his chest and the other around his neck. Her tongue licked a warm, wet line of pleasurable torture across the base of his neck, one leg hooking to curl about one of his, and her pleased growl sent vibrations through his spine as she nipped his neck and nibbled his ear.
He shuddered underneath her touch, pleasing her in a way that nothing else had in a long time, and she molded herself to his back. Licking, caressing with tongue and teeth, she bit his neck and backbone a little harder this time, just short of an actual bite. Her hands began to glide across his shirtfront in time with her ministrations, making him hiss to catch his breath, and she made the mistake of relaxing ever so slightly.
He broke her hold and whirled around, pinning her in his arms, feeling inordinately satisfied upon hearing her outraged protest. He enjoyed feeling her struggle against his hold, and he decided to pay her back for taunting him earlier. He flexed his hands, alternately loosing and tightening his grip, just to see her struggle and try and break free when he loosened his grip, only to gasp in indignant fury as he tightened it all over, preventing her escape.
His smirk goaded her, drove her wild with fury and adrenaline, how dare he! His look was a mix of ‘this is what you get for teasing me’ and ‘how dare you escape’. It just increased her ire and she renewed her struggle, which proved futile. He chuckled and it turned into that growling purr as he pulled her flush against his front, bending his head to nip at her neck and kiss along her jaw line, tracing both sides and nuzzling underneath her chin to that sensitive spot between both clavicles.
Her breath hitched, her heart thundered, and Alec yowled his victory, content in his superiority as he nibbled above her heaving chest toward one shoulder blade, moving agonizingly slow upwards, returning to the hollow between ear and neck that he obviously enjoyed so much.
It's a new world - it's a new start
It's alive with the beating of young hearts
It's a new day - it's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
Here I am
Max growled and jerked against her restraints, his response only to tighten his grip and pull her arms away from her back. She began to struggle, rubbing up against him, knowing that it would drive him crazy. Indeed, her friction was causing Alec to falter already, both that she would still be struggling and the amazing sensation of her body rubbing against his.
As he pulled back ever so slightly she began her attack. She bit hard into the side of his neck, perversely satisfied to hear his yelp of surprise, rumbling in slight victory, the metallic, coppery tang of his hot blood filling her mouth and senses to a new frenzy. But she wasn’t free yet and she was determined to do so.
Involuntarily, he released one of his hands to reach for his neck, and even as he was moving to correct the error, with a triumphant cry, Max broke free. Her eyes flashed fury and with a battle cry she launched herself at him.
They tussled and rolled and snapped and snarled at each other, paying no heed to bumping into furniture, knocking things over. They both vied for the top spot, neither one wanting to submit to the other, but at the same time, craving that giving of oneself to the other.
Somehow they managed to roll toward the bedroom door where they were temporarily unimpeded by any furnishings and they attacked each other with renewed vigor.
Here we are - we've just begun
And after all this time - our time has come
Ya here we are - still goin' strong
Right here in the place where we belong
Max gave a hiss of annoyance as her elbow throbbed in agony where it had smacked against the wall. Alec merely growled back at her and she grumbled, finding herself somehow at the bottom of their pile. She was pouting but that didn’t stop her from slamming Alec into the wall that injured her elbow so.
Alec’s victory wasn’t to last as Max proved to be very difficult to hold onto, slipping through his fingers like and eel, twisting and sliding on the ground as they rolled into the bedroom. She finally pounced on him, and down they came crashing again, bouncing off the side of the bed and onto the floor.
She landed on top and this time she went to work on those wonderfully ripe abs that were showing from the tear in his shirt put there some time during the scuffle. Alec’s waist clenched under the assault of Max’s hands, tongue, and teeth, though he did allow himself a brief moments pleasure.
She wiggled away from his searching hands, and gave a surprised gasp when they grabbed her by the hips and crushed her to him. He merely held her there as he set about on a counterstrike, biting and licking up one of her exposed arms, feeling pride as he felt her body tense as she straddled his, caught for a moment in the sensation.
His hands started a gentle massage, their rhythm unhurried now but just as urgent, stroking the silky smoothness of her caramel skin. He felt her muscles tighten but he just kept gliding them across that skin, taking time to enjoy the texture.
Max fought a losing battle, a double pronged attack from both him and her own desires. She couldn’t hold back a pleased and appreciative moan that was torn from her lips of their own accord. She jerked back to rectify the mistake, but it was too late.
With triumph in his eyes Alec flipped her onto her back, rolling her onto her stomach and pinning her there with his body weight. There was no escape this time, and she knew it, but still she fought. She fought until she felt the unmistakable feeling of his mouth on her neck, and when he bit her neck where her barcode resided, all the fight suddenly drained out of her as if someone had pulled a plug in a tub.
The change was instantaneous and her entire body relaxed as the final signal was given and she quit struggling all together.
Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am - it's just me and you
And tonight we make our dreams come true
Alec knew he had her. He knew that she knew that he had her. And she was perfectly willing to do whatever he wanted. He kept his grip on her neck with his mouth, tightening it slightly, giving just enough pressure to let her know that he knew and recognized her surrender. While his grip was firm, it was also surprisingly gentle, so much so that he didn’t even break skin to draw blood.
His hands started to caress her sides, and to remove the clothing that stood between them and completion.
He started to growl purr again, and this time she answered, the sound resounding with something primitive in him that caused him to let out a roar of triumph, greater than anything he’d ever felt or experienced before.
Here I am - next to you
And suddenly the world is all brand new
Here I am - where I'm gonna stay
Now there's nothin standin in our way
Here I am - this is me
There was a flurry of limbs and clothing, but this time, there was no struggling only an intense desire to join, to become one, to complete the ancient dance they had started this night.
Max wrapped her arms around Alec’s neck again, but instead of trying to dominate or escape him, she was drawing him nearer, offering herself to him, and for the first time in a very long time, she wasn’t afraid to let someone else in control.
For Alec, seeing Max surrender to him was the greatest thing that had ever happened and he preceded to show her, with hands, mouth, tongue, and body how much he valued and appreciated what she did.
He completed his original mission in regard to the woman beneath him, but he didn’t just copulate, and it wasn’t because he needed to finish a task. Sometime during that initial meeting, when she had first kicked him across the cell, denying him easy access, he had begun to crave her.
It was like she had started a chain reaction inside him. First giving him a name, a meaning, a purpose in life. Then she became a challenge. Finally, she simply became everything and he desired her more than anything he’d ever felt.
So he loved her, he bred her true, and he made sure that she felt every pleasure as much as he felt his. When he at last slipped out of her warm depths, she gave a contented sigh and snuggled up underneath him, pulling him close.
Alec growled again, pleased with himself and with her, curling an arm protectively and possessively around Max, his mate.
The apartment fell silent, the only noise coming from heartbeats of two entwined lovers, and the soft cackle purr of contented bliss.
Author: Kristin aka KiaraAlexisKlay
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dark Angel or the song Here I Am sung by Brian Adams off the soundtrack for Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron.
Here I Am
Alec cased the area, seeking his mark, and upon acquiring the target, moved to intercept it.
Max felt her skin prickle in apprehension and warning and she turned abruptly from the conversation she and O.C. had to whirl and face this new threat.
Her eyes widened slightly as they came across Alec, the obvious predatory way he was coming toward them at, and the feeling in her gut that said she was the object and reason for that look in his eye.
“Max,” he spat her name out in a snarl that resounded from deep within his throat and chest, raising goosebumps up the entire length of her body and not just on her neck.
“Alec,” was the only thing she could think of as she stared into those hazel eyes flecked with gold.
Gold? Since when did Alec’s eyes have gold in them? They only ever looked golden when he was experiencing some strong emotion. And what a strong emotion he was feeling now, if those eyes were any indication.
“Max!”
O.C.’s sharp voice broke whatever spell Alec had spun around her, and Max blinked, surprised to find she’d just been staring into Alec’s eyes for the past few minutes. She didn’t lose eye contact with him however; she just tilted her head in O.C.’s direction in an acknowledging gesture.
“Come,” Alec interrupted whatever else Her Originalness was about to say, intense eyes locked with and not letting Max’s go.
“Alright.”
“Max?” Original Cindy gawked at her two boos.
First off, Mr. Tall-Blonde-and-Sexy had never looked at Max that way before, like she was something he was hunting, pursuing, wanting. And Max had never looked at him, at any man, like she was looking at Baby Boo right now, much less agreed to something a male- this male, Alec- said without a major word war. It was like she was responding to some signal, some vibe, some instinctive command he was sending out that O.C. wasn’t receiving.
It both frightened and intrigued the Meddling Miss that the two were acting so out of character, so out of the norm of their interactions.
“I’ll be okay,” Max reassured her, rising, but never taking away eye contact with Alec. It was like they were in a dance and every move was choreographed. A play, a script, a dance known only to the two transgenics, and even then, O.C. suspected they didn’t even know, they were just winging it.
The two left, somehow maintaining some semblance of eye contact, but neither touching the other strangely. It was a bewildered O.C. they left behind, shaking her head and ordering another pitcher of beer.
~~~
Alec growled at Max, herding her toward her motorcycle, his own parked right next to hers. He mounted on the bright green Duke, revving up the engine, glancing over his shoulder to make sure she was following.
She straddled her own baby, turning it on, and Alec didn’t wait any longer but took off, Max not far behind.
They duck and wove, slipping between the traffic, both pedestrian and vehicular, until he led her to a familiar looking apartment complex. Alec was already dismounting and heading toward the door when Max pulled up and hastily secured her baby before following.
The pair were silent until they reached the door that Alec unlocked and opened, brushing into his domain and tossing the keys onto the counter dividing the kitchenette from the living room, leaving Max to come in his wake and shut the door behind her.
When Max turned around from the door it was only to find Alec before her, a rumbling bark from his throat as he invaded her personal space but still did not touch her, bodies merely inches away but close enough their body heat met and mingled and drifted so that it caressed Max’s skin and caused her to shiver.
The action didn’t go unnoticed by Alec and the rumbling noise turned into something that resembled a growling purr, something so primal the closest relation was that purr a large cat makes when content or speaking to another of its kind.
Max responded on a baser level, the sound coming from her throat a softer, but just as poignant echo of his own, and she preened unconsciously, her body moving of its own accord to slink around the still purring man in front of her. She kept her eyes on his, some instinct warning her against looking away just yet.
Like a well-rehearsed act he mimicked her movements, pacing her, stalking her, and she was both thrilled and terrified at the action. There was a look in his eyes, a promise, a threat. Some need in her recognized it and responded.
His purr changed into a croon that made her pause for an instant; an instant was all he needed.
His movements were a blur and in the time it took her to blink and refocus, he was in front of her, mouth latching onto the sensitive skin between her neck and ear, nibbling and flicking his tongue out to lick lightly, tracing that grove between jaw, ear, and just below.
He still didn’t touch her with anything but his mouth, and the only sound was the continuous growling purr he made, occasionally crooning at the passive female who happened to be purring back, her eyes closed and mouth partially open to reveal the tip of her pink tongue.
Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am - it's just me and you
And tonight we make our dreams come true
Alec snarled when Max shifted slightly beneath him, but it wasn’t threatening, more of a stop moving than anything else. She stilled slightly, rubbing her neck against the warmth of the mouth currently administering the same treatment to the other side, then decided she was through being passive.
Alec growled again, but this time she responded, snarling back at him, baring her teeth and her defiance of his restriction upon her. Their gazes locked and a battle of wills began. She moved and he moved with her. She sidestepped and he followed. She gave a hiss and he growled.
She blurred and he was her shadow, dogging her every evasion, her every attempt to get rid of him. She finally dodged around some furniture, but he didn’t let that hamper his pursuit. She sneered at his efforts to catch her, smirking and delighting in her suppleness that allowed her to elude recapture.
She knew better, but she still did it any way, pausing to taunt him, to drive him wild. His primal roar sent shock wave through her body and her answering cry was a mix of delight, fright, and glee as he came after her.
The next few minutes went by with a flurry of limbs and blurs as both male and female battled for dominance.
Alec managed to snag the material of her jacket but she merely slipped through, panting slightly from her exertions and slightly from the excitement of the chase. Her chocolate colored eyes were alive in a way that the rational part of Alec had only noted when she was on a job or riding her motorcycle. But tonight wasn’t about being rational. It was a release of the parts they repressed.
She had the audacity to laugh at him, further inciting him to capture her. She ducked under one of his arms and came up behind him, wrapping one of her own arms across his chest and the other around his neck. Her tongue licked a warm, wet line of pleasurable torture across the base of his neck, one leg hooking to curl about one of his, and her pleased growl sent vibrations through his spine as she nipped his neck and nibbled his ear.
He shuddered underneath her touch, pleasing her in a way that nothing else had in a long time, and she molded herself to his back. Licking, caressing with tongue and teeth, she bit his neck and backbone a little harder this time, just short of an actual bite. Her hands began to glide across his shirtfront in time with her ministrations, making him hiss to catch his breath, and she made the mistake of relaxing ever so slightly.
He broke her hold and whirled around, pinning her in his arms, feeling inordinately satisfied upon hearing her outraged protest. He enjoyed feeling her struggle against his hold, and he decided to pay her back for taunting him earlier. He flexed his hands, alternately loosing and tightening his grip, just to see her struggle and try and break free when he loosened his grip, only to gasp in indignant fury as he tightened it all over, preventing her escape.
His smirk goaded her, drove her wild with fury and adrenaline, how dare he! His look was a mix of ‘this is what you get for teasing me’ and ‘how dare you escape’. It just increased her ire and she renewed her struggle, which proved futile. He chuckled and it turned into that growling purr as he pulled her flush against his front, bending his head to nip at her neck and kiss along her jaw line, tracing both sides and nuzzling underneath her chin to that sensitive spot between both clavicles.
Her breath hitched, her heart thundered, and Alec yowled his victory, content in his superiority as he nibbled above her heaving chest toward one shoulder blade, moving agonizingly slow upwards, returning to the hollow between ear and neck that he obviously enjoyed so much.
It's a new world - it's a new start
It's alive with the beating of young hearts
It's a new day - it's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
Here I am
Max growled and jerked against her restraints, his response only to tighten his grip and pull her arms away from her back. She began to struggle, rubbing up against him, knowing that it would drive him crazy. Indeed, her friction was causing Alec to falter already, both that she would still be struggling and the amazing sensation of her body rubbing against his.
As he pulled back ever so slightly she began her attack. She bit hard into the side of his neck, perversely satisfied to hear his yelp of surprise, rumbling in slight victory, the metallic, coppery tang of his hot blood filling her mouth and senses to a new frenzy. But she wasn’t free yet and she was determined to do so.
Involuntarily, he released one of his hands to reach for his neck, and even as he was moving to correct the error, with a triumphant cry, Max broke free. Her eyes flashed fury and with a battle cry she launched herself at him.
They tussled and rolled and snapped and snarled at each other, paying no heed to bumping into furniture, knocking things over. They both vied for the top spot, neither one wanting to submit to the other, but at the same time, craving that giving of oneself to the other.
Somehow they managed to roll toward the bedroom door where they were temporarily unimpeded by any furnishings and they attacked each other with renewed vigor.
Here we are - we've just begun
And after all this time - our time has come
Ya here we are - still goin' strong
Right here in the place where we belong
Max gave a hiss of annoyance as her elbow throbbed in agony where it had smacked against the wall. Alec merely growled back at her and she grumbled, finding herself somehow at the bottom of their pile. She was pouting but that didn’t stop her from slamming Alec into the wall that injured her elbow so.
Alec’s victory wasn’t to last as Max proved to be very difficult to hold onto, slipping through his fingers like and eel, twisting and sliding on the ground as they rolled into the bedroom. She finally pounced on him, and down they came crashing again, bouncing off the side of the bed and onto the floor.
She landed on top and this time she went to work on those wonderfully ripe abs that were showing from the tear in his shirt put there some time during the scuffle. Alec’s waist clenched under the assault of Max’s hands, tongue, and teeth, though he did allow himself a brief moments pleasure.
She wiggled away from his searching hands, and gave a surprised gasp when they grabbed her by the hips and crushed her to him. He merely held her there as he set about on a counterstrike, biting and licking up one of her exposed arms, feeling pride as he felt her body tense as she straddled his, caught for a moment in the sensation.
His hands started a gentle massage, their rhythm unhurried now but just as urgent, stroking the silky smoothness of her caramel skin. He felt her muscles tighten but he just kept gliding them across that skin, taking time to enjoy the texture.
Max fought a losing battle, a double pronged attack from both him and her own desires. She couldn’t hold back a pleased and appreciative moan that was torn from her lips of their own accord. She jerked back to rectify the mistake, but it was too late.
With triumph in his eyes Alec flipped her onto her back, rolling her onto her stomach and pinning her there with his body weight. There was no escape this time, and she knew it, but still she fought. She fought until she felt the unmistakable feeling of his mouth on her neck, and when he bit her neck where her barcode resided, all the fight suddenly drained out of her as if someone had pulled a plug in a tub.
The change was instantaneous and her entire body relaxed as the final signal was given and she quit struggling all together.
Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am - it's just me and you
And tonight we make our dreams come true
Alec knew he had her. He knew that she knew that he had her. And she was perfectly willing to do whatever he wanted. He kept his grip on her neck with his mouth, tightening it slightly, giving just enough pressure to let her know that he knew and recognized her surrender. While his grip was firm, it was also surprisingly gentle, so much so that he didn’t even break skin to draw blood.
His hands started to caress her sides, and to remove the clothing that stood between them and completion.
He started to growl purr again, and this time she answered, the sound resounding with something primitive in him that caused him to let out a roar of triumph, greater than anything he’d ever felt or experienced before.
Here I am - next to you
And suddenly the world is all brand new
Here I am - where I'm gonna stay
Now there's nothin standin in our way
Here I am - this is me
There was a flurry of limbs and clothing, but this time, there was no struggling only an intense desire to join, to become one, to complete the ancient dance they had started this night.
Max wrapped her arms around Alec’s neck again, but instead of trying to dominate or escape him, she was drawing him nearer, offering herself to him, and for the first time in a very long time, she wasn’t afraid to let someone else in control.
For Alec, seeing Max surrender to him was the greatest thing that had ever happened and he preceded to show her, with hands, mouth, tongue, and body how much he valued and appreciated what she did.
He completed his original mission in regard to the woman beneath him, but he didn’t just copulate, and it wasn’t because he needed to finish a task. Sometime during that initial meeting, when she had first kicked him across the cell, denying him easy access, he had begun to crave her.
It was like she had started a chain reaction inside him. First giving him a name, a meaning, a purpose in life. Then she became a challenge. Finally, she simply became everything and he desired her more than anything he’d ever felt.
So he loved her, he bred her true, and he made sure that she felt every pleasure as much as he felt his. When he at last slipped out of her warm depths, she gave a contented sigh and snuggled up underneath him, pulling him close.
Alec growled again, pleased with himself and with her, curling an arm protectively and possessively around Max, his mate.
The apartment fell silent, the only noise coming from heartbeats of two entwined lovers, and the soft cackle purr of contented bliss.